Dorfs have a low center of gravity. We like to keep it that way, so suddenly lurching up to high elevation does bad things to our psyche.

I spent the day on airplanes, heading to Wren's place for a nice long visit.

I do have to take Dramamine. Partly to counter my nerves, partly for motion sickness (which I am particularly prone to) and partly to deal with the possible parade of people I don't want to know sitting all around me.

Within 3 minutes of settling into the seat I am in a nice little coma, and surface only when I hear the beverage cart trundling down the narrow aisle.

Even that is fraught with peril, for using the teeny lavatories with long waits is increasingly difficult with today's regulations. I can't wait in line any more? Ok, so I have to sit in my seat, only to see person after person getting up ahead of me to get in. Bah. Drive on, evil beverage cart! I do not need your wares!

Better just to sleep through it all.
Dreaming of nice firm ground, dirt and rocks underfoot.

I apologize in advance if comics are late or even missing in action between now and December 9th. Visiting the citadel of the Elfinks can wreak havoc with my work. All that wine... and food, and more wine... and hey, where did THAT food come from?

;-)#
Brasse